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Old Jan 1st, 2024, 01:48 PM
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Name: Spyder
Race: Dhampir (GH:Wechselkind - Human)
Class and subclass: Sorlock: L1 Sorcerer: (GH:Haunted) L2: Warlock (GH:The Parasite)
Stats: Point Buy (8/15(+1)/14/10/8/15(+2)) | Item: Rod of the Pact Keeper +1
Background: Haunted One
2 personality traits: I don’t run from evil. Evil runs from me. / I don’t talk about the thing that torments me. I’d rather not burden others with my curse.
Ideal: I have a dark calling that puts me above the law.
Bond: A terrible guilt consumes me. I hope that I can find redemption through my actions.
Flaw: I have an addiction.
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Spyder being ;at least his soul, the body copy and subsequent flesh re-growthtechnically human understands that to live amongst civilized people one must be civilized. So in the safe places of the world, he cleans himself up, stands upright, walks on the floor and tries his best to be somewhat human(oid).

Barely two feet tall and fifteen pounds in weight, Spyder's growth was halted when his mortal form was swapped for the Wechselkind, now grown over with flesh to approximate the size of a human toddler, gnome, or halfling. A dark cloak is usually pulled over his form else he has little of note. He wears no armour and carries no weapons, although you will sometimes see him holding a short metal rod.

Come the time for hunting and Spyder becomes… less civilized. While still of the same mind, his body alters; legs and arms stick out akimbo, and hands and feet clawed, allowing him to climb almost any surface. Climbing upside down on ceilings he looks more like a huge spider… hence his name. Depending on the situation he can modify several of his features; lengthening his legs, hardening his skin, enlarging his eyes or several other "enhancements".

Fanged teeth help with the consumption of his food… flesh, preferably raw, and when possible humanoid. He wields magic surreptitiously when needed.


The Oath of SangusStatus: Slow (on holiday)

Characters: Hieronymous - Valthrum - Slake - Spyder - Ain'Jel - Aster - Bob - Leatherface - Eric/Unit-13

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Name: Ryven Platinyrse
Race: Half-Elf
Class and subclass: Kensei Monk (level 3)
Background: Inheritor
Inherited item: Barrier tattoo uncommon (12 + Dexterity)

2 Personality Traits:
I have a strong sense of fair play and always try to find the most equitable solution to arguments. I’m confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill confidence in others.
Respect. People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. (Good)
I have a family, but I have no idea where they are. One day, I hope to see them again.
The people who knew me when I was young know my shameful secret, so I can never go home again.

Appearance: Tall and lean, elongated ears, long silver hair, and cold blue eyes distinguish the elven heritage of Ryven, just as the built taught muscles and broad shoulders speak to his human ancestry.

Wearing simple well-made traveling clothes, and adorned in an intricate tattoo that seems to cover most of his skin, Ryven is a friendly man who everyone enjoys being around and doesn’t threaten the smart-types with much nonsense.


Ryven has only known a nomad's life. Like many of his kind, a half-elf's life is on the road, and he was a 1st generation half-elf. His father was Balrik Platinhort, a master smith hailing from Unterland, of a caliber that only a few elite warriors of some of Unterland's most famous houses were aware of his craftsmanship, and paid handsomely for it, if they could find him in later years. Ryven's mother was Elenion Urtylsen’yrse, and she was part of a secretive clan of Elves who practiced the art of magic originating in the land known as Nordenland long before the Empire's expansion took it for themselves. The union between Balrik and Elenion was in no way sanctioned and very much seen as a violation of both their people's traditions and desires. Elenion appreciated the artistry of Balrik's craftsmanship, and Balrik couldn't help but fall in love with Elenion's passion for her craft and the long history and tradition it embodied. They eloped and became a traveling pair of artisans, living humbly on the road, but for anyone exhibiting worthy character or an obscene financial contribution would find themselves the patrons of two of the greatest craftspeople in the North-West of the Empire.

Upon Ryven's 13th birthday, his mother deemed it time for an ancestral gift to be given to the young half-elf, the sacred and secret ancestral tattoo passed from one generation of Platinherz to the next, and the technique to make it manifest its arcane powers. His father would play the crucial role of co-designer for the tattoo, insuring that it would evolve with each generation and be instilled with new and radical developments that would keep the technique as living and fluid as any living thing of Etharis, perhaps the last type of progressive endeavor in a world of death and decay.

What should have been a celebration turned into a tragedy. For a few years, they stayed in the village of Faldor's Rest, a town nestled between the borderlands of Nordenland and Unterland. Faldor's Rest was a transient village known for hosting nomadic families and travelers. A place of cultural exchange and trade, where people from different regions came together briefly before moving on. The town was a melting pot of cultural exchange.

Something went terribly wrong, however, during the ceremony, and it was interrupted by a group of men in black cloaks with silver-embroidered symbols of a cloaked skull wielding a scythe, led by an elf who looked passingly similar to Ryven's mother. The elf killed his mother before Ryven could react, and then the mercenary company commander killed his father in combat as they both crossed swords, and Balrik was distracted by his wife's death.

An arrow struck Ryven in the shoulder as he fell to the ground, and dangerous creatures were loosed on the village by the mercenary company, summoning them from the void somehow, and Ryven was left for dead in the cabin he lived in with his parents, fire falling all around him. Ryven quickly pulled himself into the root cellar to hide and passed out from the pain.

In the morning, when he could feel the cold earth beneath his body, he rose and pushed through the wreckage to discover the entire town was razed to the ground. Digging through the cabin they once called home, Ryven found both his parents, charred beyond recognition, but then picked up the crafting tools and journals of Ryven's parents, so that he might carry on their legacy, including his father's sword, Finstyrschlak.

Orphaned and the only survivor of Faldor's Calamity, as it began to be called, Ryven traveled to Unterland's capital to join the military, but with an introduction letter of the son of Lord General Vassily Roemer, the patron of his father, Ryven managed to get some of the top tutors in warfare and strategy. For two years he was on the front lines in the Campaign battles against Ostoya's undead armies and fought with distinction for the most part until he completed his tour and sought his path to fight the dangerous creatures of the land as a Monster Hunter. Constantly on the lookout for the cloaked figures who killed his parents and destroyed Faldor's Rest. He determined through his father and mother's journals that the parts from monsters could be scavenged and used in the creation of weaponry, advancing the weapons if crafted in a certain way, such as his father did for Finstyrschlak, and also could be used in the tattoo process his mother was trained in.

He would complete the ancestral tattoo on his body; he would become a master smith like his father, and he would seek vengeance on the entire mercenary company that killed his parents, and the elven man who must have been related to his mother, for taking them all away from him, and the town who sheltered and made them feel at home for those few years before Ryven and his family brought death to their doorstep.

Becoming a Monster Hunter:

In Ryven's question to increase his abilities as a craftsman, he uncovered some dark secrets about his mother's magical arts. He believes his family's betrayal was intricately linked to the dark magical practices that were involved in the tattooing procedure, and that it was beyond just taboo that his mother was gifting him the benefits of the tattoo... it was an actual risk to the political power of his mother's secretive clan.

Feeling a great deal of guilt over his family's involvement in the destruction of Faldor's Rest at the hands of not only the mercenaries but the malevolent creatures they unleashed, Ryven left the military after two years and dedicated himself to understanding and combating the magical creatures that plagued the borderlands between Nordenland and Unterland. He honed his combat skills, combining his father's craftsmanship with his mother's magical knowledge to create weapons specifically designed for monster hunting.

Despite his mother's family nearly eradicating his family, he saw himself as the guardian of the legacy both of them left to him and aimed to redeem their name by protecting others from the same fate that befell Faldor's Rest.

Heading to Black Hold:

Rumors reached Ryven of Black Hold, a town facing a mysterious threat that echoed the dark magic he encountered during his quest for vengeance. The town sought aid from skilled individuals willing to face the supernatural.

Drawn by a sense of duty and a suspicion that the malevolent forces he encountered might be connected, Ryven recognized a pattern in the occurrences reported in Black Hold. The modus operandi of the creatures and the type of magic involved hinted at a familiarity that compelled him to investigate further.

Black Hold's plea for aid resonated with Ryven's desire to prevent others from suffering the same fate as Faldor's Rest. He saw an opportunity to not only hone his skills further but also to confront the remnants of the dark forces that had plagued his past.

Legends spoke of a mystical site near Black Hold where ancient magic lingered. Ryven believed that this location might hold the key to completing his ancestral tattoo, an essential step in unlocking hidden potential against the malevolent forces.

Answering Black Hold's call wasn't just about fighting monsters; it was a chance for Ryven to achieve redemption for his family's legacy, gain closure for the tragedies of Faldor's Rest, and fulfill the destiny he felt bound to since the interruption of his ancestral tattoo.

PCs: Dramoth "Nova" / Rhokax Soulreader / Kayne Cyire / Torm / Donovan Whistler
GM: Scales of War 5e & Yeohven: Fall from Grace
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Name: Kantz Nullman
Race: Human
Class: Inquisition Cleric
Background: Lapsed Inquisitor
personality traits: “Whatever I believe to be true at the moment is the only truth” “I believe my enemies await for me around every corner”
Ideal: children are the only ones who can make the world right
Bond: My old mentor still holds an important place in my heart
flaw: I still exhibit some of the fear and hatred that led me in my previous profession

Appearance: Kantz is a bit taller than average and has a bigger chest than his arms would let you suggest, but the real look of authority comes from his icy, inscrutable stare. His long, flat face could be carved in stone. It's not that he doesn't know how to laugh, it's just that he doesn't like sin, chaos and vulgarity, so it's rare to see him smile.

Backstory: Coming from a merchant family, Kantz didn't have much time to learn the trade. When he was a child, travelling with his parents from Altenheim, their caravan was ambushed at night by a swarm of zombies, only the presence of a priest inquisitor made it so that some of the caravan made it out alive. The priest, a Dwarf name Guldar Erlagh, led the people in Rauland, in his city of Stehlenwald, There, he took in the human child under his tutelage in the church of Solyma, so that the young Kantz would have a house an education.

Kantz did very well for himself, he was always a bright boy, but with his hate of unnatural things it's like he was made for the church inquisitors. Recommended by Guldar, he became the youngest human to be put in the field. Solyma's inquisitors act in teams of three, so that everyone can be kept in check by the other two for any sign of moral corruption.

But what happened in Kantz case is unfortunately the norm across the multiverse: their zeal and the power-trip slowly corrupted them together, doing as much damage as the evils they were flushing out. As he understood how wrong his methods were, Inquisitor Nullman relegated himself in Solyma's temple, meditating how everything he based his life on was not black and white, but a dark shade of gray. Under Guldar's suggestion, Kantz left his position in the Inquisitors, but keeping his religious role in the church, so that he could still go in the world and follow his calling of cleansing the world, but without the authority to burn people alive in the process.

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Name: Ingvar
Race: The Downcast
Class and subclass: Paladin - Oath of the Watchers
Background: Soldier
2 Personality Traits: 1.) I’m haunted by memories o f war. I can’t get the images of violence out of my mind. 2.) I’ve lost too many friends, and I’m slow to make new ones.
Ideal: Greater Good. Our lot is to lay down our lives in defense of others. (Good)
Bond: I’ll never forget the crushing defeat my company suffered or the enemies who dealt it.
Flaw:The monstrous enemy we faced in battle still leaves me quivering with fear.
Appearance: Standing at 6 foot even, he is of medium build, clean shaven, long wavy light brown hair down to his shoulders with brown eyes to match. Protected by a chain mail and shield, armed with a longsword, a dagger sheathed at his right thigh, and a bow at his back.
He appears a very handsome young man, more so than most humans. However, at a closer look at the man, folks would see his glowing eyes. When exposed, faint markings on his skin mimic Celestial runes. He moves with confidence, although he seems to be watching over his shoulder on occasion, as if he is being followed or watched.
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Backstory (include why you became a hunter): Before the god-war, Unvar the angel follows his diety and goes on varies mission in the name of Galtian. However, afterwards, where gods had lost and all but disappeared, he and most of his fellows fell from grace, losing their powers, except for the Arch Seraphs were the most powerful lieutenants. While they carried the burden of their deities, the lesser angels, including Ingvar, fell. Their numbers decreased once they arrived, due to a great number of them succumbing to despair, feeling lost and powerless. Of those that remained, some had, with hope, still tried to serve the Arch Seraphs hoping to reclaim what they had lost. Some felt embittered by their fall, had been accepted by the Arch Demons to spread fear and destruction. The rest, like Ingvar, have turned to seek their own goals, fully embracing mortal life.

This was a mere 20 years ago, after a few years of running and hiding from those that wants to suck the rest of what little power he has left, he tried to help those in need, but it was nearly impossible. He was a mortal now, with no real power, so he had entered the Bürach Empire and traveled eastward to Unterland, to the capital of Olstenberg and took up training to be a paladin. Because of the missing gods, the clerics and paladins had become rare. Ingvar was determined to forge ahead and do his best. The people needed help and it was his job, just because he lost his immortal powers, it was not a reason for him to give up. To give up hope means death.

He had become a paladin, swore an oath, but he still had much to learn. It was on his 100th birthday that he was summoned by the lord of Black Hold to his town in the province of Unterland, which was close by the capital. He had been promised gold, and possibly a home should he succeed in solving whatever issue is currently plaguing his people. Ingvar had guessed that the Lord wanted Hunters.

Here was a chance for him to help the people, give them hope. It will not be easy, he knew that, but as always, he was determined to do his best.
Leaning against the wall, watching the others rush by him, he grins. "Go ahead, go get that treasure that's laying there. Be more for me after you die."

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Name: Otto-of-Dreams
Race: Dreamer
Class: Wizard (Diviner)
Background: Sage

Personality Trait 1: Have we met before? Sorry, my mind's relationship with Space and Time is ... Complicated.
Personality Trait 2: Rare is the problem that isn't improved by sleeping on it.
Ideal: If you want a better world, first you have to Dream it can be better.
Bond: I’ve been searching my whole life for the answer to questions about my people, like what our species is actually called.
Flaw: Like every other member of the Dreamer species, Otto's ability to distinguish between his Dreams and his Memories has been severly weakened and in some cases outright destroyed.

AppearanceYou can tell just by looking at him that Otto-of-Dreams isn't any normal species. With white hair, slate-grey skin, yellow eyes, and a series of small bony petrusions just poking through or just under his skin, he's clearly not any sort of human or elf or anything of the sort.

A member of a species that rose and fell from prominence thousands of years ago, not even the elves remember their true name. The problem is neither do they and the whole species carries a look in their eyes like they're all suffering from some sort of low-grade amnesia or confusion at all times. Because in a way they are.

He dresses in concealing robes with hoods, mostly because he thinks it's wise to not quite advertize how inhuman he really is. His eyes have been reported to start glowing like pale moons while casting some spells.

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They say History repeats itself, or at least has a tendency to strongly rhyme. The Dream-Logic of it all cycles, and here we are again.

From what can be determined, at some point thousands of years ago - before the rise of Men, Elf, and Dwarf - there was a great Empire seated where the Dwarves of Stehlenwald live today. Nobody knows what this Empire was called, what the masters were called, whether they were teachers or tyrants, nothing. All that's known for sure is that some sort of Apolocylptic Calamity struck this Empire and hit it hard enough to wipe away most traces of it. Something so horrible that a group of the citizens only managed to survive by building underground vaults and voluntarily putting themselves into a deep, magical suspending slumber that was recently accidentally found by dwarven miners.

The theory is that the Dreamers were prepared to sleep in relative safety for a few decades, maybe a century, but something went wrong with the timing of events and instead they continued sleeping for millenia under the mountain. When the survivors finally awoke they discovered that they could no longer distinguish between their memories and their dreams creating a sort of bizarre species-wide amnesia. It's not that none of them can recall the name of their Species or Empire, it's that they all remember different answers for those questions and there's no way to tell who might be correct. The result was the emergence of a new race with no knowledge of their own history, only half-formed images and dream-like impressions of a place and time that may or may not have existed.

But the Dreamers have proven to be a quick-witted and strong people with a few tricks up their sleeves. Otto-of-Dreams might be a Dreamer with a particularly difficult time distingishing between his Memories and his Dreams, but he's also particularly intelligent even by Dreamer standards. When the Dreamers began discovering that their Great Sleep had changed them, he instead took to studying the intersection of Dreams and the Arcane where he's learning Oirenomancy - the Art of Divination via Dreams - at a shockingly fast pace.

And they're studies well placed it seems, as his the new knack of his species for Dreamwalking is going further and further out. And it might not be as bound to normal rules of Space and Time as his body is. Sometimes he even catches glimpses of things. Things like portents of future events, or peaks into the dreams nearby of intelligent undead. He didn't actually set out to become a Hunter, but he is looking for Secrets and Knowledge that were buried a long time ago and other Hunters have begun seeing him as a Good Luck Charm. Maybe Otto-of-Dreams doesn't belong on the front lines, but it might be handy to have someone along who can see things coming...

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Name: Nyana Miaven < -------- Character Sheet Link

Race: Wood Elf

Class and subclass: Barbarian - Path of Wild Magic

Background: Folk Hero - Known as "The War Maiden of Myvehone."
2 personality traits:
- Thinking is for other people. I prefer action.
- I get bored easily. When am I going to get on with my destiny?
Ideal: There is no good in pretending to be something I am not.
Bond: I protect those who cannot protect themselves.
flaw: Secretly, I believe that things would be better if I were a tyrant lording over the land.
Appearance: Nyana stands an inch over 6 feet and though she isn't overly tall for an elf, her frame and size are a bit larger and she weighs a bit over one hundred and sixty pounds. Her skin has a slight copper hue that matches her light blond to copper colored hair. One Hazel eye and one brown eye look out from a serious face while tattoos adorn her arms and back. She carries only a shield for protection and other weapons fitting a Wild, barbarous elf from the far reaches of Nordenland.


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Race: Custom lineage (modified human)
Class: Ranger (Green Reaper)
Uncommon Item of Choice: Longbow +1
200gp usage: 4 healing potions.
Background: Outlander (Grim Hollow version)
Personality Traits: 1 - I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me. 2 - I would rather make a new friend than a new enemy.
Ideal: Respect. All people, rich or poor, deserve respect.
Bond: Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for.
Flaw: I judge others harshly, and myself even more severely.
Appearance: Audun is a broad shouldered man of short dirty blond hair, pale white skin and pale green eyes. His face is chiselled and gaunt, his neck is long. The ranger usually dresses into brown leather armor over a green tunic and black pants. The hands are covered by leather gloves and the feet by leather boots, all brown. Over the armor he also wears a hooded green cape, already worn by time and weather. Audun likes to have it double down as a blanket during his sleep.

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